Sawtooth Spire don't squander it

She grunted. He smiled as he lay down in the shallows of the warm, steaming waters and mirrored her in resting his muzzle along the shore. If any wolf were to ask him where his favorite location was within the Spire, this little piece of paradise would be it, no questions asked. He saw himself frequenting the area often come winter. If not for the waters, than to simply linger nearby for warmth.

Nanuk spoke. It seemed his ideas for keeping warm might be shared with that which they hunted. He made a light, approving sound as he supported her idea. Perhaps this place would. "And then we'll get to eat them." It amused him that she was thinking more like a naturalist. It was a valuable skill. Predicting the weather and patterns of local wildlife was an invaluable thing.

Speaking of. "Have you considered your third trade?"